trepidation | h.s

part twenty six

Harry Styles

My heart was pounding in my ears.

This was my worst nightmare come true and I'm completely out of control with the situation.

Damien has the control and its fucking scaring me.

I knew he was up to something the moment we met him in Venice.

He has Lydia and I still don't know where they are.

Louis drove us back to Lydia's parents' place, picking up Eliza and the kids before taking us all back to the cabin.

There was nothing else we could do right now, not until Damien gives me a location.

It's late at night now, but we're all awake. The kids too.

Eliza and I tried helping each other put them down for bed but they didn't want to.

It was like Daisy knew something was wrong.

We tried getting them to sleep for like ten minutes, both of us in Daisy's bedroom trying to settle them in.

We gave up eventually, though.

And that's when Eliza broke.

She started crying, standing next to me over Eli's little crib.

She told me how scared she was, and that she just wants her best friend to be okay. I told her I was scared too, because I am.

And so we hugged. I didn't let myself break down but I really really wanted to. I let her cry on my shoulder because I know what she's feeling.

I sometimes forget how much Lydia means to other people besides me. She's cared for by so many others, and her disappearance has affected them too.

Louis and Niall really love Lydia too, in a different type of way—like a brotherly way. And it's not just because she's married to me. That might've been how it was at the beginning, but now they're affected because she means something to both of them.

Zayn has been quiet too. He doesn't know Lydia as well as we do but I know he cares all the same.

Zayn met my kid tonight. And just like the other guys, he didn't know what to do. We've never been around kids so it's not a natural thing for us. He told me that she looks just like me and tried to interact with her but I think ultimately he was more afraid of her than she was of him.

I don't know how long it's been since Damien called me. All I know is that I don't have her and that's enough to set me off.

Everyone's downstairs right now, but I'm up in our bedroom with Daisy. She's laying with me in our bed because I'm trying to make her get some sleep. She's going to be exhausted by tomorrow.

She won't sleep though, and I know that. It's because Lydia isn't here.

My door wasn't fully closed so when I heard it being pushed open, I look over my shoulder from my laying position.

Teddy waltzed his way in, walking into the room with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his pea-sized brain.

I was laying on Lydia's side of the bed, so he walked over to my side, then went to jump up.

"Teddy, no—"

He does it anyway, getting up onto the bed and laying down on his stomach where I would usually sleep.

This dog doesn't listen to a word I say.

I roll my eyes, watching as Daisy starts playing with Teddy's ears. He lets her do it, just laying there and allowing her playful mind to wander.